Daniel Wén Tiān

You were dwelling in your dreamworld,  

Blowing bubbles in your mum’s warm waters,

While waiting for me  

To breakthrough  

The coldness, blackness  

And rain-soaked streets,  

You dreamed of me being present  

At the brightly illuminated harbour  

Where you would tow your ship  

And cling to your mum’s warm skin  

Where I’d be able to hug you 

For the first time in my life

And look into Oxford's blue, wondering eyes.

12/02/25